Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 377-Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I

thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs

and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the

corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves

are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin

to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came

through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m

focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door

open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my

head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand

pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say

anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what

Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood

a little blue bundle in his armsA cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side,

reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my

face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and

look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at

him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in

unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see

close my eyes, seeking my bond with my child – hoping

because Roger

Roger shouts, his hands still hard on my

okay but… Dominic” He

the clearing behind

look at Roger’s face when

see how grave his expression

drains from me. Like

gaze, and I see two dark

One covered in the folds of

robes, the other…

fast as I can go – but I can’t run

the baby in

at Rafe and my instincts kick in, making

a terrible snarl, my teeth fully

mouth

eyes wide in shock and puts up his hands, showing me that

he speaks fast. “Ella, the gift – you

please, give me

poor motherly

molecule within me screaming to hold him close, to never

go again…

more glance towards those forms in

crying child to his godfather. Roger will take

word I take off, sprinting towards my

Sinclair

open in the forest and wince as the bright white light

top half of my face with my hands. Is it

morning?

I

don’t remember going to

up, wary, trying to

I’m not even in my bed.

Inside at all…

bright forest and down at the soft bed on

over the crisp white linens. Where the

soft voice says, and I whip my head

of me. I blink,

she’s so beautiful. She’s got to be she can’t be

voice

the soft smile I expect, instead bursting into

Dominic,” she says, shaking her head and

down into my face. “You’ve been asleep

confused. Think about it – you

“Am I…am I dead?”

slowly shaking her head. “No, baby,”

I’d be worried about these questions,

You’re

frowning up at her. But she just smiles at me again

before sitting herself in my lap.